Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.